A jester of sorts
You stand holding your court
Over minions of capital hill
In a bath full of blood
I'm alone, standing still
Under God, you can fire at will
Oh when (when!)
The devil's angels come
To ake your life and lead you
To the flames beneath
Yuor headstone reads
Here lies the dead who was,
Hung by his head beneath us
Laying in their graves
Damnation free for all
A prodigal son can't undo what he's done
A figure head of capital crime
With the light shining down
As you fall to your knees
To repent would be nothing but lies
Oh when (when!)
The devil's angels come
To take your life and lead you
To the flames beneath
Yuor headstone reads
Here lies the dead who was
Hung by his head beneath us
Laying in their graves,
Damnation free for all
Dead beat, six feet, dead underground
An eye for an eye only leaves us all blind
Going once, twice, and there goes your life
Oh when (when!)
The devil's angels come
To take your life and lead you
To the flames beneath
Yuor headstone reads
Here lies the dead who was,
Hung by his head beneath us
Laying in their graves
Damnation free for all
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